DJ Vadim
Your Revolution
[Ninja Tune]
Rating: 5.6
Slogans, I think, get a bum rap. Slogans are a neat, tidy and succinct method
of conveying often complex ideas. I disagree that slogans trivialize, discourse
and encourage the compressing of complex ideas into six words that will fit
conveniently on a bumper sticker.
If we lived in a less visual age, I'd probably be of a different opinion. But
these days, when so much of life is quick-cut, pull-down menu-and-icon-driven,
a quick, quippy slogan has a far more profound effect than any 10,000 word
tract or treatise. Take the example of the following slogan on a bumper
sticker I saw recently (and happily enough, quite in tune with the EP being
reviewed here):
Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.
Wow. My inner misogynist felt that one between his beer-bleary wife-beating
eyes! And he was already pretty punch-drunk after the drubbing he received
from several listens to DJ Vadim's collaboration with poet Sarah Jones. These
two have essentially updated Gil Scott Heron's proto-rap rant, "The Revolution
Will Not Be Televised" and replaced race-related sloganeering with feminist
hectorings.
So Sarah Jones metamorphosizes Heron's famous hookline into "Your revolution
will not happen between these thighs," and carries on by railing against
misogyny and the shopping list of luxury items and victuals that most popular
rap stars claim they have ready access to. As such, Jones picks an easy
target-- how many bleeding-heart liberals amongst us find Eminem to stick in
our First Amendment-respecting craw? But Jones doesn't fully address the far
more pernicious self-loathing politics of Lil' Kim and her shameless ilk.
These ideological pedantries aside, the substantial message within Your
Revolution benefits from DJ Vadim's ever-sparse production. Vadim is the
Russian DJ who's used door hinges as percussion instruments. His concrete
approach to hip-hop, he hopes, will prevent the syrupy over-production that
characterizes modern R&B; from gaining world domination. To this end, Vadim
and his associates seem dedicated to stripping all but beats from a track.
Theirs is a dubby sensibility that, unfortunately for Vadim et al., has
financially rewarded only the dexterous Timbaland.
The remixes that bulk out this release add somewhat distracting, thumping,
slightly detuned piano chords, chuggy-chuggy rock guitars, wrist-wrecking
turntablistic wackery and sub-bass bursts. None of any of these elements
substantially detracts from Jones' punning, highly referential "lyrical
douche" (her own metaphor), but I can't help but think that all of this
could have been as effectively stated as the single sample in a brutal
funk Meat Beat Manifesto assault. The present remixes are too cozy and
restrained for Jones' radical message to have any chance of being taken by
the rap-buying mallrat as anything more than a proxy Benetton social
conscience ad.
-Paul Cooper